Paper Hearts || Vkook ✅

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I hate this part paper hearts

And I'll hold  a piece of yours

Jungkook

His finger tips brushed against the smooth texture of the paper. Each individual word displayed on the note typing itself out in his head like code. The words repeated themselves. Over and over again.

Jungkook had never understood why Taehyung liked to smell him so much, but now here he was, crumpled up like a wadded up tissue, trying so desperately to drown himself in his boyfriend's t-shirt. The scent was fading and the thought of that dying too made Jungkook want to cry.

Jungkook dived deeper into the pile of Taehyung's blankets. He shut his eyes and his heart ached at the sudden smell of the older on the blankets. Jungkook stopped moving and let his body relax. He held Taehyung's pillow and gripped it. He imagined his boyfriend laying next to him. The older boys' arms wrapping around his waist as he talked him into a peaceful sleep; his words guiding him to a land of dreams.

Jungkook tried to recreate the memory of Taehyung's voice in his head. Unlike the notes the boy left behind, Jungkook couldn't remember everything Taehyung had said. Most of the time Taehyung talked him to sleep it was just nonsense. But nonsense was all Jungkook needed to be content because he had the older boy. And the older boy had him.

The young boy's mouth twitched up into a sad smile. Cold tears ran down the side of his face and he didn't even bother to wipe them, for he knew that there would be more later.